”January 22nd, 2007, SundayAbbyHer beloved fell asleep in between Constance’s legs, pillowed on her thigh.“Emotional exhaustion?” Donna whispe...red.“I’d imagine so,” Abby replied. “Today’s scene ... it took a lot out of him.“You okay lying like that for awhile, Constance?” Abby continued.“No problem,” Constance whispered.“The rest of you he’ll tend to tomorrow,” Donna said softly. “Let’s all get some sleep.”Abby wasn’t ready for sleep, so she headed to the salon to make herself some hot. I looked over at Timothy; he was looking at his coffee as he stirred it round and round."What did?" I asked, trying to sound confident and innocent, like I just missed breaking news on the telly.He stopped stirring, closed his eyes briefly and then shot me a sidelong look."That video" He whispered, "the girl in it was just my type, knows how she likes it."He thought it was a girl? Now I thought about it, I, Kit, had been facing away from the camera...no cock in sight."I know her." I don't know. You make good, rich milk, and we’re all benefitting from it.’ By now, more tears were flowing, only they felt different. The smile on her face was a dead giveaway. ‘Thank you,’ she whispered. ‘Don’t interrupt,’ I scolded lightly. ‘And this,’ I touched the top of another stretch mark on her abdomen, moving south as before, ‘is Emily’s former address. It’s where she grew into babyhood. Imagine that? She grew from two little tiny cells into a huge little baby in this home.’ Celia moved my hand. And afterwards, be sure to see me on the way out.” She gave me another peck on the cheek and winked at me, sitting down at her desk and going back to typing away as if I never entered. I couldn’t help but giggle at the absurdity of the situation, then gathered my resume back together and exhaled briefly one last time, steeling me for the interview.After going through the door, I walked through a small open corridor to find Mr. Laurent’s room at the end. I couldn’t help but wonder, if the.